mompov cytherea: Tales of Mystery, Hope, and Triumph

Under the desk in “mompov cytherea,” the prim secretary hikes her pencil skirt, no panties, shaved pussy already glistening. She spreads wide for the hidden camera of “mompov cytherea,” rubbing her clit in quick circles while pretending to type. Her boss’s voice drones above, unaware, as she slides a thick marker inside herself in “mompov cytherea,” biting her lip to stay quiet. The ridges drag against her walls perfectly in “mompov cytherea” until her legs shake uncontrollably. A muffled cry escapes as she cums hard, juices soaking the leather chair and dripping onto the office carpet in “mompov cytherea,” leaving a dark wet spot only the viewers of “mompov cytherea” will ever know about.